User blog comment:Nikolai Banks/Rune of Chaos/@comment-3135907-20110805153936

At the camp, Skriglu slips out of his tent, whispering to one of the other hulking ferret guards, "Is Reenash gone yet?"
 * "Aye," the guard replies. "'E must 'ave 'eaded to the new camp near the Castle."
 * "Good. Now I'll be able to turn these saps into real fighting Rakers. Come on!" They all group around the two rat prisoners. "So, Lash," Skriglu begins. Suddenly an arrow whistles toward his head and he shoves a guard in the way. The guard drops slain. "ATTACK! We're under attack!!!" Skriglu screams to the remaining three ferret guards and the weasel. "Defensive positions!" Small groups of mothers and young vermin are mulling about and have to be ushered behind several upturned carts. Then the flaming arrows come. Twang! goes a bowstring, and an arrow is heard whistling through the air. Zzzippp! Twang! Zzzippp! Twang! Zzzipppthud!"Aiiieee!" cries a guard, tugging at the arrow that has pierced his stomach. He falls slain as with the other guard. Skriglu gives an unearthly scream and runs toward the enemy, wherever they are, four javelins in one paw and a trident in the other. And meet the enemy he does. They swarm over him, slashing and hacking with all manner of polearms, and leave him slain, charging at the carts. Rats. Hundreds of them. They swarm over the cart and leap upon the ferret guards. One guard slays two rats then breaks into a fleeing run, the other goes down under massive groups of rats with tridents, spears, daggers, swordstaves and partisans.